I want you to fuck me, that’s I all want from you, it’s all I need. Don’t speak, or try to hold me and kiss me tenderly, just take me.
Grip my skin, as you take me deep, holding me in position as your fingers dig further into my flesh. Watch my fingers search for something to cling to as you steal the fuck from me.
Take me hard until the room spins, I forget my own name and the only sounds are guttural groans and the slap of skin as you force your way into me again and again.
I want to tremble beneath you long after my need has been satisfied as you continue your defilement of me, left simply as your fucktoy to drive into until you are spent.
And after you have reached your release, you’ll leave me as a tangled mess of skin and breath until my senses return and I ask you to take me again.
Wednesday 1 September 2010
Friday 27 August 2010
Good Girl
She was so confident I’d never do it, her swagger said it all. She thought she was in control but tonight that was going to change.
She was dressed perfectly; she knew everyone was watching as we left the restaurant to head for home. She strutted between the tables, her bottom wiggling with every step.
I helped her into the car and listened as she talked the whole journey home. As usual I couldn’t get a word in and chose to not even try, I would get my say soon enough.
She carried on telling me about things I couldn’t give a damn for as we entered the house. Closing the door behind us I followed her as she climbed the stairs and headed for the bedroom. I caught her wrist once she got there and pulled her to face me. For the first time tonight she fell silent. She didn’t resist as I pulled her towards the bed, a sly smile on her lips, she still had no idea what was in store.
I lowered myself to sit on the edge of the bed and guided her to the side of me. I saw the confusion and panic flash across her face as I pulled on the wrist I had been gripping tightly. With her heels on she had no choice but to topple forward, landing across my lap. For a moment she thought I was going to help her up but as one of my arms stretched across her back and the other began lifting her skirt the realisation hit her.
She began to wriggle and protest until my hand came down for the first time on the delicate flesh of her bottom. She let out a squeal and her skin reddened instantly but I wasn’t done yet. I bought my hand down again as she continued to protest, and then again, and again, and again. With each new contact she began to quieten and as my arm became tired she lay there still, no longer resisting my new found control.
I lifted my arm from across her back and stroked her hair “you’re my good girl now”
She was dressed perfectly; she knew everyone was watching as we left the restaurant to head for home. She strutted between the tables, her bottom wiggling with every step.
I helped her into the car and listened as she talked the whole journey home. As usual I couldn’t get a word in and chose to not even try, I would get my say soon enough.
She carried on telling me about things I couldn’t give a damn for as we entered the house. Closing the door behind us I followed her as she climbed the stairs and headed for the bedroom. I caught her wrist once she got there and pulled her to face me. For the first time tonight she fell silent. She didn’t resist as I pulled her towards the bed, a sly smile on her lips, she still had no idea what was in store.
I lowered myself to sit on the edge of the bed and guided her to the side of me. I saw the confusion and panic flash across her face as I pulled on the wrist I had been gripping tightly. With her heels on she had no choice but to topple forward, landing across my lap. For a moment she thought I was going to help her up but as one of my arms stretched across her back and the other began lifting her skirt the realisation hit her.
She began to wriggle and protest until my hand came down for the first time on the delicate flesh of her bottom. She let out a squeal and her skin reddened instantly but I wasn’t done yet. I bought my hand down again as she continued to protest, and then again, and again, and again. With each new contact she began to quieten and as my arm became tired she lay there still, no longer resisting my new found control.
I lifted my arm from across her back and stroked her hair “you’re my good girl now”
Wednesday 9 June 2010
Smile
I know what you’ve wanted since the first day I visited your office. Although you thought you had hidden it well I could feel your eyes burning into my flesh every time my back was turned or you though I wasn’t looking. Had I teased you? Yes, my skirt had become shorter on days I was visiting you, my tops slightly tighter. I had held your gaze longer than was normal and I had given you that knowing smile each time, it was time for me to leave.
Today was no different really, apart from today I was going to leave you with more than just my usual smile. When our meeting was over you rose from your desk to show me out but as my eyes met yours, you seem to lose your words. Now you’re just stood there fumbling for words as I rise from my chair and walk toward you. You stop trying to speak and simply watch me as I get closer.
I raise my hand to your chest and with a handful of your shirt I pull you towards me and finally give you the kiss I know you’ve been wanting for so long. You hands grasp at my back and you pull me in tight, where I can feel your growing arousal. Our mouths locked together, tongues dancing to their own rhythm. My hand releases your shirt and begins to trail a path down your chest coming to rest on the now very evident bulge in your trousers.
I pull my mouth away from yours just enough to look into your eyes as I run my finger along the waistband of your trousers. Your deep intake of breath gives away your desire for me to go further. Opening your trousers, you can’t keep eye contact anymore and lean back against the wall behind you as I am presented with your twitching needy cock. With every gentle stoke from my fingers I can see your body tense and sway and as I drop to my knees, you plant a hand on the wall to steady yourself.
I run my tongue across the tip teasing you still, tiny circles with the tip of my tongue making your hips rock forward. Deciding I’ve teased you enough I place my soft, warm lips around your cock; drawing it in. Your head rolls back as the sensation deepens with each movement in and out of my mouth. Your hand finds my hair, as mine finds your balls and you grip increases as I continue. Intensity increasing, your hips begin to rock as you fuck my mouth, I know you're close as you twist my hair in your grip and I take you deeper into my mouth.
Finally a moan escapes your body as you shoot your seed into my mouth for me to swallow.
While you’re still breathless and using the wall for a support I rise and kiss you so you can taste your cum on me, as you start to kiss me back I pull away. I head for the door and leave you with that smile you’ve come to know so well.
Today was no different really, apart from today I was going to leave you with more than just my usual smile. When our meeting was over you rose from your desk to show me out but as my eyes met yours, you seem to lose your words. Now you’re just stood there fumbling for words as I rise from my chair and walk toward you. You stop trying to speak and simply watch me as I get closer.
I raise my hand to your chest and with a handful of your shirt I pull you towards me and finally give you the kiss I know you’ve been wanting for so long. You hands grasp at my back and you pull me in tight, where I can feel your growing arousal. Our mouths locked together, tongues dancing to their own rhythm. My hand releases your shirt and begins to trail a path down your chest coming to rest on the now very evident bulge in your trousers.
I pull my mouth away from yours just enough to look into your eyes as I run my finger along the waistband of your trousers. Your deep intake of breath gives away your desire for me to go further. Opening your trousers, you can’t keep eye contact anymore and lean back against the wall behind you as I am presented with your twitching needy cock. With every gentle stoke from my fingers I can see your body tense and sway and as I drop to my knees, you plant a hand on the wall to steady yourself.
I run my tongue across the tip teasing you still, tiny circles with the tip of my tongue making your hips rock forward. Deciding I’ve teased you enough I place my soft, warm lips around your cock; drawing it in. Your head rolls back as the sensation deepens with each movement in and out of my mouth. Your hand finds my hair, as mine finds your balls and you grip increases as I continue. Intensity increasing, your hips begin to rock as you fuck my mouth, I know you're close as you twist my hair in your grip and I take you deeper into my mouth.
Finally a moan escapes your body as you shoot your seed into my mouth for me to swallow.
While you’re still breathless and using the wall for a support I rise and kiss you so you can taste your cum on me, as you start to kiss me back I pull away. I head for the door and leave you with that smile you’ve come to know so well.
Tuesday 25 May 2010
Wait
He knew exactly what he was doing when he left his instructions, he knew the effect it would have when I read “today you will wear the long skirt I have left out for you, you may choose any top you wish but you must wear no underwear”
It was windy outside and the possibility of my skirt been blown up was very high. Surprisingly the idea excited me and I could feel a wetness beginning already. I would need to get myself under control a visible wet patch on my skirt would be a tricky one to explain at work.
I’d only just arrived at work when his next instruction arrived by text “while sat at your desk take a picture from under your skirt, I want proof you are doing as I have asked” The office was busy and people were rushing through as I popped my phone beneath my desk and under my skirt, there was every chance someone noticed what I was doing.
Photo taken and sent, I tried to focus on work and ignore the craving to put my fingers to my growing wetness, would anyone notice if I slipped to the toilets for a few minutes?
My phone beeped again and my stomached flipped as I read his message. “You must not touch yourself, I know you’ll be wanting to by now but you must wait” How had he know what I was thinking, how had he learnt to read me so well?
He left me then to wait, hours past and I heard nothing. I knew trying to contact him would be pointless, I must wait. The anticipation of what may be next was only heightening my desire for more.
It was nearly home time before my phone beeped again “take your phone and go to the toilets, once there you may touch yourself but only for a second. Just long enough for you to cover your fingers in your juices. Take a picture of your wet fingers, send it to me then return to your desk”
Once my fingers were there it took all my strength not to continue but I knew I was too far down today’s path to spoil it now. Picture sent I returned to my desk as instructed and watched every minute of the last hour at work drag by.
Finally home time arrived and I raced home knowing he would be there waiting for me. I charged through the door and found him standing expectantly. He moved towards me and taking my arm lead me to a chair. He placed my hands atop the back of the chair walked behind me and raised my skirt.
A cry escaped me as his fingers brushed my desperate clit and dipped inside the well of desire I had been nurturing all day. He was obviously impressed that his plan for today had worked so well and I heard his zip come down rapidly.
With his first thrust inside me I knew I would be coming with within moments. The build up of today made that inevitable and my hands began to grip tighter to the chair as the ripples of my pleasure increased as he forced himself deeper inside me. I couldn’t wait any longer I needed the release and I knew he was close to his own too. The wait was finally over and his grip on my hips increased as he reached his climax just as I reached my own shuddering orgasm.
A while later when we had both recovered, I noticed a message on my phone “a shorter skirt tomorrow!”
It was windy outside and the possibility of my skirt been blown up was very high. Surprisingly the idea excited me and I could feel a wetness beginning already. I would need to get myself under control a visible wet patch on my skirt would be a tricky one to explain at work.
I’d only just arrived at work when his next instruction arrived by text “while sat at your desk take a picture from under your skirt, I want proof you are doing as I have asked” The office was busy and people were rushing through as I popped my phone beneath my desk and under my skirt, there was every chance someone noticed what I was doing.
Photo taken and sent, I tried to focus on work and ignore the craving to put my fingers to my growing wetness, would anyone notice if I slipped to the toilets for a few minutes?
My phone beeped again and my stomached flipped as I read his message. “You must not touch yourself, I know you’ll be wanting to by now but you must wait” How had he know what I was thinking, how had he learnt to read me so well?
He left me then to wait, hours past and I heard nothing. I knew trying to contact him would be pointless, I must wait. The anticipation of what may be next was only heightening my desire for more.
It was nearly home time before my phone beeped again “take your phone and go to the toilets, once there you may touch yourself but only for a second. Just long enough for you to cover your fingers in your juices. Take a picture of your wet fingers, send it to me then return to your desk”
Once my fingers were there it took all my strength not to continue but I knew I was too far down today’s path to spoil it now. Picture sent I returned to my desk as instructed and watched every minute of the last hour at work drag by.
Finally home time arrived and I raced home knowing he would be there waiting for me. I charged through the door and found him standing expectantly. He moved towards me and taking my arm lead me to a chair. He placed my hands atop the back of the chair walked behind me and raised my skirt.
A cry escaped me as his fingers brushed my desperate clit and dipped inside the well of desire I had been nurturing all day. He was obviously impressed that his plan for today had worked so well and I heard his zip come down rapidly.
With his first thrust inside me I knew I would be coming with within moments. The build up of today made that inevitable and my hands began to grip tighter to the chair as the ripples of my pleasure increased as he forced himself deeper inside me. I couldn’t wait any longer I needed the release and I knew he was close to his own too. The wait was finally over and his grip on my hips increased as he reached his climax just as I reached my own shuddering orgasm.
A while later when we had both recovered, I noticed a message on my phone “a shorter skirt tomorrow!”
Gush
I am waiting for your instructions, knowing I mustn’t touch until you have told me I may. I can feel my breathing increasing as your eyes scan my body, as your eyes reach mine you give your command.
My fingers rush past my hardened nipples to my desperate clit and down into the depths of my wetness. The anticipation of this moment makes my touch send me almost over the edge instantly but I know I mustn’t come yet I must wait for your permission.
But you aren’t saying anything only watching my fingers as they fill me. I can tell from the look in your eye you aren’t going to let me come yet, you have something else in mind.
You replace my hand with yours and force three fingers deep into me, I know I am on the edge already and must focus not to lose control yet. I can see the knowing smile on your face as you insert a fourth finger, your determined to stretch me and I know you won’t stop at four. I know I can take it and you know what will happen when I do.
I can feel my wetness increasing and know that I am ready as you force the rest inside me. The stretching of my lips and the fullness inside makes my desperation for release intensify. You know I can’t hold on any longer, I hear “come” just as you twist your hand inside me.
The room spins, sounds are muffles as my breath escapes me and I feel the gush
My fingers rush past my hardened nipples to my desperate clit and down into the depths of my wetness. The anticipation of this moment makes my touch send me almost over the edge instantly but I know I mustn’t come yet I must wait for your permission.
But you aren’t saying anything only watching my fingers as they fill me. I can tell from the look in your eye you aren’t going to let me come yet, you have something else in mind.
You replace my hand with yours and force three fingers deep into me, I know I am on the edge already and must focus not to lose control yet. I can see the knowing smile on your face as you insert a fourth finger, your determined to stretch me and I know you won’t stop at four. I know I can take it and you know what will happen when I do.
I can feel my wetness increasing and know that I am ready as you force the rest inside me. The stretching of my lips and the fullness inside makes my desperation for release intensify. You know I can’t hold on any longer, I hear “come” just as you twist your hand inside me.
The room spins, sounds are muffles as my breath escapes me and I feel the gush
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